[Oh, the dog's asleep. And the city is quiet down below, and if she listens closely maybe she hears the crickets in the grass, behind the sound of her heartbeat.

She whispers,] I said nice ass, I didn't call you nice. [Because she wouldn't want to wake the wriggly dog.

And it's easy to just stare up at the stars, on purpose, until she calms the fuck down. It's pathetic, she's slept with him, she shouldn't be getting a tight throat from him having his head near her shoulder.]

Please. [Huffy whisper now.] Just put your face on it, I'm sure that'll get you offers of...cuddles.